4. A dangerous mission

Megan hummed along to the radio as she sat in the Weasley's kitchen helping to polish some silverware. The only job anyone would let her do in her condition. She had offered to help do dishes, clean rooms, changed beds – practically everything. First George said no, so she went to Molly instead. She said no too.

'You have to be careful in your condition love.' George had said, kissing the top of her head as he walked out the room they were sharing at the Burrow.

'You sit down and rest sweetheart – you don't want to take any risks in your condition.' Molly had said when she asked if she could help her change the bedding or hang out laundry.

'Molly, please. I want to help! I'm not ill – just pregnant!'

'Ok, you could polish the silverware for me if that would be ok?'

Megan sighed but nodded, at least she would be helping.

'Hello my beautiful daughter.' Came a voice at the end of the kitchen. 'You look positively bored out of your mind.'

Megan turned around and broke into a grin when she saw Sirius standing there. He'll not confine me to a chair!

'Dad, I am soo bored! Please help me! No one will let me do anything!'

'Well, you know in your condition it's quite right.' He said. Megan threw her cloth at him and then noticed him laughing.

'Stop teasing me.' She cried.

'Aww sorry lovely girl. I wish I could break you out – but we have an Order meeting in 30 minutes.'

'Oh, is it to finalise the plans to pick up Harry?'

'Yes, but the plans changed.' Came a voice from the door.

'Hi dad' Megan said, turning around to smile at Remus.

'Hi sweetheart. You look beautiful. Do you feel ok?' he asked.

Megan chuckled 'Yes dad, I feel great.' He had been asking her that every day since she got out of the hospital at the end of June.

'Good. I'm not going to stop asking.' He laughed.

'Ok, I'm going to go and change for dinner. Are we having it straight after the meeting?' she asked. She was hungry all the time now she was pregnant.

'Yeah, I think Molly said we could stay for tea so will probably have it right after.'

Megan nodded and left the room – making her way up to her and George's bedroom. She started to get changed when the door opened. 'Aah, there you are. You ok?'

'Yes, I'm fine. Kind of wish people would stop asking me that.' She snapped.

'Sorry.' George mumbled.

'George, no, I'm sorry. I'm being such a bitch to you – I don't mean it.'

'Hey, you're not being a bitch. Come here.' He said, pulling her down to sit on his knee as he sat on their bed.

'You're tired and you're still being sick most mornings and nights. I would probably be grouchy too. I won't ask you again if you're ok, unless I think there is something very wrong.'

'Thank you.' She smiled, kissing him. 'Do we have to go down for the meeting?' she asked. That was another thing about being pregnant; when she wasn't moody, hungry or sicky she was horny. Which dwarf are you today? George often joked; a double meaning – she was small and going through a lot of different emotions.

'Why, what are you thinking?' he asked, running a hand over her belly.

'I'm thinking that horny dwarf is on the loose tod-

'Nope, sicky dwarf is back.' She shouted, bolting to the bathroom. George followed her and held back her hair, stroking her head.

'I'm sorry you're going through all this.' He said, sitting down next to her.

'I'm sure it will all be worth it.' She responded, before throwing up again. 'Seriously though, why the fuck is it morning sickness when you throw up at all hours?' she asked.

George couldn't answer, instead he just stroked her head and helped her up when she was ready. 'Do you want to lie down and miss the meeting?'

'No, I want to go. Plus, I'm hungry.' She pouted.

'Hungry dwarf is here!' he grinned. 'Let's get you some food!'

The whole Order was in the kitchen when they got down there and George went off to find some food for Megan – he came back with a crisp sandwich (pickled onion flavour) and some fruit. She looked at the fruit with disdain and pushed that away.

'Enjoy hungry dwarf.' He laughed as he sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She was only 13 weeks pregnant – she really hoped she didn't feel this emotional the whole way through the pregnancy.

'Ok everyone, we are here to discuss the plan to pick up Potter.' Moody said from the front of the room. 'We have had to change the plan. Now, we need some of you to help us out.'

'To do what Moody?' Ron asked.

'Well, we have 12 safe-houses dotted around the country and we need to get Harry to one of them tomorrow night, before the trace breaks on him. In case we are caught doing this, we need a distraction. We have had a rather good suggestion that we use Polyjuice potion and have 7 Potters; that way if we are caught, they won't know which one to follow. The 'Potters' would not be on their own – each one will have an experienced witch or wizard with them. This will be dangerous, and we can't guarantee you will live, so please do not take this lightly.'

'The ones accompanying the Potters will be:

Me – with Mundungus, he will be changed into a Potter.

Bill, Arthur, Remus, Sirius, Hagrid with the real Potter and Kingsley.'

Megan gasped when she heard her father's names and looked over at them. They refused to meet her gaze.

'We'll do it; George and I.' came a voice at the side of her, that made her head snap up and her heart sank. Her whole family going on a dangerous mission.

The other volunteers were Fleur, who would go with Bill; Hermione who would go with Kingsley and Sirius would take Ron. Fred would go with Arthur and George with her dad.

Megan blanked out after that, she couldn't concentrate. She only looked up when she noticed everyone else standing.

'I'm going to lie down. Don't feel well.' She muttered to George, pushing past him.

As soon as she got up stairs she burst into tears. My whole family, going on a dangerous mission – possibly a fatal one. She thought. Not even a second thought for me or my baby!

The door to her bedroom opened and George stepped in. 'Are you ok?' he asked, quietly.

'Fan-fucking-tastic.' She snapped, crying again.

'You're mad at me.' He stated.

'Did you even think about us' she asked, cradling her tummy -it was a teeny bit swollen and she hoped seeing it would shock George.

'You and our baby are the reason why I need to do this.'

'Excuse me? You possibly going to get yourself killed is for me and your baby? Yeah, makes so much sense.' She said sarcastically.

'Megan, we are not living in a safe world right now and if the Order are to be believed, Harry is the best chance we have. I have to try and help. To make a better world.'

'What if you don't come back?' she whispered.

'I will do everything I can to get back to you; I promise.'

'I don't want you to go.'

'Please don't make this hard for me. I have to do this.'

'No, you don't.' Right now, she hated Harry-fucking-Potter! She didn't of course, he was like her brother, but she wanted there to be an easier way.

George got under the covers and wrapped his arms around her. 'Please understand?' he begged. 'This is Harry – practically your little brother!' he cried.

'This is your baby George – they need a dad.' She rolled over, turning away from him.

'Sweetheart, you need to know that I am going tomorrow night. I know that hurts and it will be hard for me to go, but I need to.'

'No George! No, you don't need to!' she shouted. 'YOU WANT TO! Get off me please.'

'Meg-'

'Just leave me alone please.'

'Fine. But I don't want to leave here tomorrow night and know that you're mad at me – I need to know you love me.'

Megan didn't answer but George could still hear her crying when he shut the door.

…

The next night, George stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting. They were due to leave in 5 minutes and she hadn't come out of her room all day.

'Fred, am I wrong for going? Should I be staying here with her?'

'Mate, I can't answer that. Just do what you think is best.'

'Everyone get ready to go!' came a shout from the kitchen.

George was in the garden getting ready to leave when he heard a voice behind him. 'Come back to me George Weasley. Come back to us.' She cried.

George was next to her in two strides. 'I love you' she told him, kissing him.

'I love you too.' He said, I'll see you soon.

'Dads, please make sure you all come back ok?' she cried, kissing and hugging Sirius and Remus. 'We need all of you.'

…

'George!' Megan cried 'What happened dad, what happened to him?'

'Megan, please calm down, you're stressing yourself out too much.'

'Of course I'm stressing – my boyfriend is lying their half dead! What happened?' she asked, crying. Again. Fucking hormones.

'Snape; he sent a curse and hit George. I barely managed to keep him on the broom.'

'Molly, can you fix it? Is he going to be ok?' she asked the older woman.

'It's dark magic – I can't fix it, but I have stopped the bleeding. He has lost his ear. We just need to wait on him waking up now'

Megan sat down in front of the couch where George was lying. She didn't even notice when the rest of the family came in, she was just sat there staring at the man she loved, willing him to wake up.

She gripped one of his hands but got a fright when she heard his voice. 'I'm feeling all Holy Fred. Get it, Hol-ey!' She looked up and he was looking into her eyes. 'I came back' he whispered, clutching her hand.'

'Thank you' she whispered back, kissing him.

Once he was settled in bed, Megan went back downstairs to welcome everyone back. 'I'm so glad the rest of you are safe. Where's Moody?'

'Dead' came a gruff voice and Megan felt tears rolling down her face again.

Her dads hugged her, and she noticed Harry sitting opposite her, very pale. 'Hi little bro – you ok?' she asked, clutching his hand. He nodded but didn't say anything. She stood up and kissed him on the head 'Glad you're safe.'

…

It was 3 in the morning when George woke up to the sound of a thud. He thought it was the door opening and closing until he heard moaning. He switched on the bedside lamp and got a fright. Megan was lying on the floor, doubled up in pain.

'George, somethings wrong. It hurts so much!'

'Shit! Wait there.' He said, running out of the room. 'Mum, Mum! I need help!' he shouted down the hallway.

The next moment, Megan felt herself being lifted on to the bed, and someone was prodding her stomach.

'Ow, ow, please stop. It's so sore!' she cried. 'George, please make them stop.'

'They have to ok, they have to check the baby.'

Megan went silent. My baby. Something is wrong with my baby. She thought, before she blacked out.